Lion Head Mesa serekh

Why not?

Who could love her beneath this roof? Did she even want that? It didn't matter; she was here for one reason and it was Ramesses who would dictate the rest of her life.

Fine things...? She repeated, and sipped more wine. It made her warm and dizzy, and she soon found it hard to sit still or even to stand! So she found a soft place to lay, and tried to stay attentive.

I am not made for fine things. I clean, I... hunt, that was new and nobody knew of it, but now she spoke openly of what she learned in Mereo, and couldn't stop! What good am I?